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  I spread my legs wide and proceed with my morning ritual of stretches. I think of Cat and hear her training voice as she lectures her exotic dancers. "Flexibility is a natural phenomenon. You either have it or you don't, but extreme flexility is earned every day. Stretch, stretch, stretch. Every chance you get ... stretch!"

  I miss Cat so much! I can't wait to introduce her to Aurei. I wish I could see her face when she sees his pic. I can see her eyebrows draw together then one goes up as her eyes cut and look down then the smirk as she shakes her head back and forth and sucks her lips. She always makes that face when she sees a new hottie that she would take down and teach a few tricks if she still did that sort of thing.

  As I move through my splits, touching my face to my beloved legs, I'm thankful for the life they have given me. When I kiss them, I realize Aurei has stopped singing. I slide off the bed, onto my hands and walk to the front door where I knock out 15 handstand push-ups with ease. I lean off the wall, controlling my balance as I turn toward the kitchen and head that way, putting each hand down carefully. I need coffee. We have a lot to talk about today!

  I drop my legs down, arching my back, moving slow and deliberate. Then setting one foot down and stepping forward with the other, I roll up and come face to face with the man of my dreams, who is grinning at me.

  "Hi." He laughs and my expression.

  He is naked and wet, and damn sure, gorgeous! His golden halo hair is gone. Only a dark, wet, mess sits on top of his head, but it only accentuates his dark brows and makes his bright emerald green eyes glow.

  He is a fucking fine feast of a beast!

  "Aurei! You're dripping on the floor."

  "It's only water."

  "A puddle of water. How long have you been standing here?"

  "Long enough to see your amazing strength."

  "Why didn't you dry off?" I laugh confused.

  "I was rinsing when I realized my Sexy Thang might be doing her morning ritual so I came to check."

  I laugh at his confession. "It's not anything special, just some stretches and balance work."

  He chuckles at me. "Oh, it's special. Trust me on that." He reaches out and takes me in his arms. "And you're special." He kisses the top of my head as I slide my hands to his cock. He lets me stroke him but then he pinches my ass making me yelp. "Not yet, Wild Thang. I need coffee and food first." He backs away. "No trickery. Make us a pot of coffee while I get dressed. Then you can take your shower while I cook you some bacon, eggs and grits. Later we will go to your place and I'll let you contort your beautiful body all around me. I promise."

  I sigh heavily and turn to the kitchen. "Ok." But then I remember my plans for him this morning. I put my hands on my hips and spin to face him. "Aurei, I was supposed to bathe you this morning."

  He stops at the door. "Tomorrow. You can bathe me tomorrow." He disappears into the bedroom.

  "I like the way you think, Mr. Moore." I yell after him.

  "Truly." He yells back.

  As I make the commanded coffee, and watch the black gold drip into the pot, I realize I don't have any clean clothes here to wear after my shower. I giggle knowing I'm not going to need any either.

  Sweet Zeus! I am so very happy right now!

  When I pour us both a cup of joe, I head to the bedroom to deliver Aurei his. He is walking out of the bathroom. His hair is towel dried. The light blonde highlights are back. The fresh aroma of his clean cologne dowsed body makes me inhale deeply.

  Intoxicating deliciousness!

  I hold out his coffee mug and he comes over to get it. "Thanks."

  I hold mine up for a toast and he does the same, smiling back at me.

  "To: Us." He gives me his big, beautiful smile as we clink our mugs. "Isn't that a beautiful word? Us?"

  "Yes, it really is." He takes a sip then dips down for a butterfly kiss and I peck his lips. He turns to the closet and sets his coffee down on the dresser.

  I sit on the edge of the bed to watch him get dressed. As he pulls out his dresser drawer and takes a pair of boxer briefs out, I ask. "Do you have to get dressed?"

  He gives me a 'what kind of question is that' look, making me laugh.

  "Let me explain myself." I argue my point with the 'join me' debate. "I don't have anything clean to put on so I'll be naked."

  He ignores me, but smirks, so I try the 'be like me' argument. "I don't like clothes. The less the better."

  He shakes his head as he bends over, again ignoring my request, so I continue my argument with the perfect logic. "Your body is perfect, Aurei. You really shouldn't cover it with clothes."

  He laughs out loud with that one, but steps in the underwear and pulls them up over his ass anyway. The white Calvin Klein boxer briefs cling to his full, powerful, perfect ass.

  I sigh and tell him exactly that. "That's too bad. Your ass is to die for. It's the perfect fucking muscle, you know. Your gluteus is maximus."

  He chuckles as he reaches out and takes my hand, pulling me up to stand. Then he kisses my forehead and lays his finger on my lips. "Shush."

  I smile at him. "But…."

  "No." He raises his eyebrow. "Take your coffee. Go into the bathroom. Take a shower. Put on the clothes I have in there for you. Come out and eat. We have a lot to talk about."

  I take a deep breath and open my mouth to speak, but he tilts his head and challenges me with his expression. "Be a good girl and do as I say."

  I sigh. "Ok, I’ll be your good girl. But when we get to my place, my bad girl rules."

  He grins and I see a wicked glint in his eye. "Ok. Your place. Your rules, Bad Thang."

  I sashay off to the bathroom, knowing he is watching me. When I'm in the doorway, I take my foot and slide it up the door trim and do a split on it, then I lean over backwards, and walk my hands down the other side of the threshold. When my hair is hanging off the top of my head, I turn to look at him. "I can't wait to show you what I will do with the bottle of wine later."

  "I can't wait to share it on you." He chuckles. "I mean, with you."

  I laugh as I walk my hands back up to the middle of the door frame, then I turn to a middle split, lay my head back so my hair hangs down, turning my face to the ceiling and give him my Surreal pose. When I turn my eyes to him, I ask. "How does this make you feel?"

  "Needy." He admits with a husky voice and I see his erection stretched lengthwise in his briefs. It puts a sausage to shame.

  I drop my leg and swing my body to stand normal, then walk through the door and close it on him. "Good. That's the way I want you."

  I'm such a naughty tease.

  Chapter Four

  When I leave the bathroom, I'm dressed in his yellow J Crew shirt. The same one he was wearing the first time I laid eyes on him.

  I love the choice! He was so fucking hot in it! His golden skin tone and his halo hair in this yellow shirt! Perfect! It just needs a belt.

  I walk to his dresser and pull a drawer out looking for a belt. My mouth falls open. The items lay in it in a precise way. Sweet Zeus, this is organized! I can easily see that there isn't a belt here. I pull out the next drawer and it's the same way. Over organized if there is such a thing, but I see a belt and put it on. I open the next two drawers, then I walk to his closet and open it. Peeking in, I see everything is neat and organized, right down to his shoes placed perfectly straight, sitting side by side.

  It's nice to find a man who even gives a shit, much less finding one this well organized, but....

  Curious as to how far this organization goes, I walk back into the bathroom and open the cabinet where the towels are stored. Inside, I find all his towels are folded the same way and facing the same direction.

  For the love of Zeus, is he OCD? The storage unit was also very organized. Nothing was out of place. I'll have to make sure I ask him today. I sigh. We have so much to discuss, to share, to learn about each other! It's overwhelming.

  I look in the mirror. I have a slight wrinkle in my brow. Relax, Siri. You do
n't have to learn it all today. Just the most important things and whether or not he has an obsessive compulsive disorder is not one of those things.

  I quickly decide the top thing I want to know. #1: The Bastard Son of Thor, God of Thunder. The who is def Aurei. The what, when, where and why should be interesting. I giggle. That title sounds so fucking hot. I can't wait to discover all the details of his little secret. And #2: What are his secrets he wanted me to know first, before we fucked? I’m curious what does he consider 'dark’? Maybe it's his thunderous side? The way he likes to fuck. Hard! I touch my pussy. He sure knows how to hammer that son of a bitch home. He is such a fantastic fuck. The sobering thought that he has fucked others drops like a bomb in my brain along with the thought of how many others? I don't really want to know about all the others, do I? No, I don’t. They have only made him an excellent lover and he is my lover now. The word makes me stop dead in my thoughts. …Lover.... I raise my eyes to the mirror. The word sneaks out of my lips in a low whisper. Love.... I stare at myself, then rebuke myself. "Don’t!" I turn abruptly, walking out. I flip my hair to fluff it.

  He is a fucking expert and that's all I need to know!

  When I enter the kitchen, I sneak up behind him and put my arms around him. He is cracking the eggs and munching on a slice of bacon. "It smells delicious." I give him a hug.

  He turns to face me and holds me out so he can see me in the shirt. "It looks good on you, Sweet Thang. You approve?" He says it as a statement, not a question.

  I twirl around for him. "Yes, I do."

  "Good."

  "It's the perfect choice. I love it!" I hug myself and squeeze my tits. Aurei's eyes fall to them. He's still very needy. I glance down at his 'sausage' and confirm it.

  "You look stunning in it, Siri." He grins at me.

  "You're a sweet man, Aurelius Moore." I take a step toward him.

  He points to the living room then turns and goes back to the stove. "You are going to learn that I'm a really sweet guy with excellent taste, who you can trust to take good care of you. Now, go in the living room and wait while I finish cooking. I'm a little behind schedule. I had a few phone calls."

  "Ok." Curious to see what else is neat, clean and organized, I twirl away and let the dancer take me to the living room. I spot a guitar sitting on the couch. I pick it up and strum it. It's in tune, which tells me Aurei plays it regularly. I walk back to the entrance and ask without going in. "I see you play the guitar?"

  "Affirmative."

  "Will you play me something after breakfast? I love the sound of your voice."

  "Depends."

  "On?"

  "How sweetly you ask me."

  "Pretty please with sugar on top?"

  He chuckles. "That's not what I had in mind, but being pretty, giving me sugar and being on top, sounds good. I think I can work with that." He rounds the counter with our plates loaded with food. "Come. Let's eat." He sets the plates down and goes back to the cabinets for the low ball glasses and the milk. He pours us both a glass and I smile up at him as I slide onto the stool. He pushes them across and the milk dances in the glass, making me think about the cookies we dunked in them. When I look up, Aurei winks that killer wink.

  He's thinking the same thing.

  I smirk at my milk remembering, then I ask. "What were you thinking when I won the cookie eating challenge?" I ask curious to see if I'm right.

  "Don't ask if you don't really want to know."

  "I won't." I wait for his answer.

  "Straight line now. Don't get mad."

  "I won't."

  "You might."

  "I understand you're an honest asshole." He smirks but still doesn't answer so I ask again, being specific with my question and asking very sweetly. "What were you thinking after I won the cookie eating contest when your thunder rolled up in you and you struggled to maintain control of it, Asshole. Give it to me straight line, not curved. I really want to know. Please, Sugar Bare?"

  His smirk breaks into a slight grin at the new nickname. "Why do you say 'thunder'?"

  "Don't answer my question with a question please. It isn't polite."

  "I'm not polite." He stares me down and the mood of his eyes change from playful to intense and that intensity makes me blink, but I don't look away. I'm not afraid of you. I stare back with my own intensity. A smile spreads slowly over his face and that thing down deep inside me stirs. "Why thunder?"

  "Because your intensity, like right now, reminds me of the thunder in a storm. Thunder rumbles both as the storm brews and rages. Sometimes it is a low rumble and sometimes it’s booming. It always warns of danger."

  "Do you think I'm dangerous?"

  My pussy wets my lips and I shift in my seat. "I think you have been and could be. So yes, I do think you're dangerous."

  He looks away. "You are such an interesting find."

  "Why do you keep saying that?"

  "There are many reasons, but I’ve never had conversations with another woman like I have with you."

  "What kind of conversations have you had with women?"

  "Boring ones." He smirks and I know he isn't going to divulge anything else.

  "Are you dangerous?"

  He turns to look at me. His green gaze is deep, but the insane intensity is gone. "Yes, I can be. But I have to tell you the truth ... about thunder." I see truth and honesty in his eyes. He’s let his guard down. "It gets such a bad rap." He winks.

  Damn, that wink is killer!

  "Do you know what causes thunder?"

  "No."

  "Thunder is a direct result of lightning. It isn't a warning of danger at all. It's more a result."

  "That's interesting. So lightning first, then thunder."

  "That's affirmative."

  I look away, thinking about that, then look back and ask. "What causes your thunder? What's your lightning?"

  He raises his eyebrows at me and smirks.

  "Oh! Of course. I chuckle then bump his arm. "So...what were you thinking when my cookie eating turned into lightning?"

  "I was resisting that very strong primal urge that wells up inside me." He grins. "My thunder."

  I grin. "I got that. What were you thinking?"

  "I was thinking that I needed to control myself or I would lose the only chance I would have of winning the heart of this beautiful little dancer named Seary who was sitting directly in front of me, teasing me terribly."

  "I got that too. What were you thinking?"

  He grins at me and shakes his head, not wanting to say what he was really thinking, but I shake mine too. "I won't be denied. I want to know."

  "Damn, woman." He takes a breath and confesses. "I was thinking about snatching you up by your beautiful headful on hair, ripping your pants off you, slamming your petite, little dancer body down on the counter and fucking you with all the thunder I possess." He smirks, then finds his fork, picks it up and eats.

  Chapter Five

  I stare at him with my poker face on, not letting on how I feel about this revelation.

  "Eat, Wild Thang. Don't be angry. You insisted and I was honest."

  I pick up my fork but push my food around. He watches me out of the corner of his eye, then he puts his fork down and pinches my chin, turning my face to him. "I would never harm you, Siri."

  Gosh, that was so sincere and sweet.

  "I know that, Aurei. Truthfully, I was initially scared. The look on your face." I shake my head in disbelief. "In all my Vegas experience with sex, I've never seen anyone look like that before. The intensity was frightening. But I realized too that I was turned on."

  He smiles and his eyes are soft. "I know."

  I smirk. "I wanted you to fuck me."

  "I know." He kisses my lips.

  "I would have let you."

  "You didn't hear me, My Every Thang. I wasn't thinking of asking. I was thinking of taking." He pushes his hand up into my hair and studies my face with his thunderous intensity. I feel his power, manifesting
into his magnetism, and I realize what exactly he meant.

  I frown. "If you would have 'taken' me and I had struggled, would you have raped me?"

  He smiles gently as he rubs my ear with his thumb. The feeling is relaxing. "No, Baby Thang. I have never, and would never, take what isn't willingly offered, but I'm not always gentle and that night I wouldn't have been."

  I look away, then close my eyes and lean in on his hand. "You had a lot of pent up penis pressure needing my sweet little pussy to pound?"

  He laughs out loud and it's music to my ears. "Exactly, but I had a bigger prize in mind." He lays his lips on mine and I open my mouth. He slides his tongue in-between my teeth and I wrap my mouth around it and suck. He moans and the sound vibrates all the way down to my toes. I slide my hand between his legs and find his cock. It is hard beneath the Calvin Klein's and I wonder if it has softened at all since this morning's boner. My pussy lurches and my clit tingles at the thought. The constant turn on I get with him is remarkable. I hope it never fades away.

  When he pulls back, I look into his emerald green eyes and my eyes twinkle at him.

  "What are you thinking?" He smirks at me. "I recognize that look."

  I smirk back. "That scenario sounds pretty fucking hot right about now. Can we role-play and have a reenactment?"

  He chuckles as he pulls my hand off his dick and places it in my lap. "Eat. Maybe later." He plants a kiss on my forehead, lets my face go and picks his fork back up to eat.

  "Def later." I smile at him, then turn back to my own plate. I nibble on my bacon as he eats. My mind thinks about what might have been if he had body slammed me and thundered past my virginity, like I had always imaged losing it. "You would never have known I was a virgin." I say as I nibble and chew. "That's one secret I would never have told you."

  "I can't tell you how much it means to me to know I will always be your only one." He leans over and puckers up.

  What a sweet thing to say. I give him the peck on the lips he wants.

  "Eat. Please."

  "You sure are bossy, but I'll be damned if I don't like it!" I shake my head, laughing at myself. "And I'm so hungry I've decided not to argue too."